King's Awakening Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Chapter 713: Just out of the tiger's den, into the wolf's lair!

Cabin, deck!

At this moment, on the deck of a Spirit Boat near White Mitchell and his group, geniuses from four major cities are gathered together.

Compared to the lively conversations of the other three geniuses, Mr. Leon bore a look of frustration.

Although a day had passed since the incident occurred, the bruise on Mr. Leon's neck showcased his embarrassment.

“Leon, I heard that kid from the Dragon Realm caught you?” Miss Anne Sabin from the White Horse City teased.

As soon as she spoke, Mr. Ian from the Desert City, along with Mr. Jones from Demon Wind City, directed their playful glances towards Mr. Leon.

Despite appearing friendly and united on the surface, privately, they all wished for each other's downfall.

However, teamwork held them back from taking personal action.

Now that Mr. Leon has suffered at the hands of White Mitchell, they wouldn't miss an opportunity to ridicule.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Leon roared back: “Shut up, all of you! This is none of your business!”

None of our business?

Miss Sabin and the others laughed heartily, continuing their teasing: “It's not just your concern. That kid robbed us of our opportunities and now has a treasure, if you are saying it's not our problem, it's pretty alienating, isn't it?

wuxiaworld.site wuxiaworld.site.co

We are meant to be working together after all, isn't it right for us to understand what happened for when we face that kid again?

Mr. Leon, don't be so upset, we understand that you feel hurt, but you should still share the situation with us.”

“You!”

Mr. Leon's face was filled with frustration, so much so that it was almost wet with gloom.

These guys, not one a good person, are using the guise of understanding the situation just to throw salt on his wounds.

“Don't count your chickens before they hatch! This time it was me, who can say that it won't be you next time!” Mr. Leon said angrily.

Exploited?

Ha ha ha…

Miss Sabin and the others laughed coldly, “Leon, do you believe we're in the same situation as you? The kid previously caught us off guard and we suffered a little setback. Do you really think if it came to a fight, he'd stand a chance against us?

To avoid a repeat of the last time, we have gathered the best from our families. If we meet that kid again, we will ensure there's no comeback for him!

As for you, not only did the ready-to-eat duck fly away, you also got a harsh lesson from it, mustn't be a nice feeling, huh?

It's no surprise. After all, when has the glorious Mr. Leon from Heavenly Dragon City ever faced such embarrassment? It's normal to not accept it for a while.

Since Mr. Leon doesn't want to talk, we'll drop it, and stop asking, right? Mr. Leon, don't take it too seriously.

We understand, after all, getting played is not something glorious to speak of, ha ha ha…”

Wham!

When these words came out, Mr. Leon's face instantly turned red. He stared angrily at everyone, like an aggrieved lion.

“Fuck! Are you looking for a fight? Congratulating yourselves on my misfortune, are you? Do you think that I, Leon, am afraid of you?” Mr. Leon was furious.

It was already fiery enough to suffer a loss at White Mitchell's hands. To his dismay, Anne Sabin and the others continued to gloat over his misfortune.

This is absolutely absurd!

Angry now?

Seeing this, Miss Sabin and the others shared a glance, chuckled interestingly, and refrained from further instigating Mr. Leon.

“Alright, alright. Let's end this topic of discussion here to maintain harmony among us. We need to work together in our expedition to Bald Dragon Island, let's move on from this. No one brings this up again,” Mr. Ian from the Desert City mediated.

“Hmph!”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Leon snorted and turned his head away, not wanting to give the time of day to these people.

Seeing this, everyone shared an understanding smile, then returned to their main topic of discussion.

“This expedition to Bald Dragon Island is one of the most important events for our four cities. Moreover, the circumstances this year differ from previous years, so we must cooperate well,” Mr. Ian began.

Everyone nodded in agreement at this, even the disgruntled Mr. Leon gave a nod.

A matter of such importance to them was naturally not a simple affair.

The differing circumstance mentioned by Mr. Ian was due to the disappearance of all the spies dispatched to Bald Dragon Island beforehand.

This possible occurrence was not unusual in previous years.

Although Bald Dragon Island is fraught with danger, the scouts they sent out were not ordinary people either.

They had a wealth of exploration experience, and their mission was merely to pave the way for Mr. Leon and his group of prodigies. They wouldn't touch anything on Bald Dragon Island.

But even so, the several waves of scouts they sent out have all disappeared without a trace,

A loss or two could be explained as an accident, but they had dispatched nearly a hundred scouts from the four cities combined.

A hundred people, yet not a single piece of information returned.

This situation was highly abnormal.

Therefore, the upper echelons of the four cities concluded that Bald Dragon Island would be far more dangerous this year than in the past.

But dangers often come with opportunities. This also suggests that the treasures on Bald Dragon Island this year might be even more abundant than in previous years.

Perhaps some treasure emerged, thus making the island unusually active.

Of course, this information was top secret and only known to those within the four cities. Outsiders couldn't find out.

This was also a tactic used by the people of the four cities to prevent other strong competitors from eyeing Bald Dragon Island.

Even among Mr. Leon and his group, only the four prodigies and a few core guards knew about this news.

As for others, they were unaware of the changes on Bald Dragon Island.

They didn't know, let alone outsiders like White Mitchell.

Just as they were preparing to discuss matters after landing on the island, Anne Sabin, who had been engaged in conversation, glanced inadvertently at the spirit boat next to her.

She took a casual look and was taken aback by what she saw.

Levi Mitchell?

Back at Double Dragon Lake, White Mitchell had used a pseudonym, so Anne Sabin only knew him by that name.

She was quite surprised to see White Mitchell here.

In her view, White Mitchell had become a target of the four cities now, Mr. Leon even wanted to tear him apart.

Under such circumstances, White Mitchell should have found a place to hide.

But to Anne Sabin's surprise, not only did White Mitchell not hide, but he also appeared on the spirit boat to Bald Dragon Island.

This guy really has guts!

With a cold smile, Anne Sabin gave Mr. Leon a playful look.

What a spectacle this will be!

With a scoff, Anne Sabin walked away from the discussion, went to the edge of the deck, and said to White Mitchell on the opposite spirit boat: “Mr. Mitchell, how coincidental. We meet again.”

White Mitchell was not surprised by Anne Sabin's appearance.

He had noticed their presence earlier and had even heard some of their discussion.

Unfortunately, they stopped talking as soon as they reached the critical part, and he didn't hear much useful information.

“Miss Sabin, it is indeed a coincidence. Have you come specifically to deal with me?” responded White Mitchell calmly.

Huh!?

At the sound of White Mitchell's voice, Mr. Leon and his group, who were previously in discussion, immediately noticed White Mitchell.

The others were okay, but Mr. Leon, who had recently suffered at White Mitchell's hands, immediately rushed to the edge of the deck upon hearing White Mitchell's voice.

Whoosh!

One's enemy greets with glowing eyes!

Mr. Leon's eyes immediately turned blood red, grinding his teeth as he stared at White Mitchell on the opposite side, looking like a rabid wolf ready to eat its prey!

“Fuck! Bastard! You dare to show up!?” Mr. Leon was livid, looking as if he wanted to tear White Mitchell to pieces.

White Mitchell responded with a cold smile, “What, the lesson from last time wasn't enough?”

“You're fucking asking for death!!!” Mr. Leon was extremely angry, his raging fury seemed ready to burn down the entire spirit boat.

If they were on the same boat, Mr. Leon would have stormed across already, ready to fight White Mitchell.

“You little rascal, we really can't avoid each other, can we? It's about time we settled our scores from Double Dragon Lake.” At this time, Mr. Jones and Mr. Ian also walked over, the coldness seeping from their eyes.

On Double Dragon Lake, White Mitchell had snatched an opportunity that was rightfully theirs.

They couldn't ignore this affront no matter what.

Everyone was currently aboard the Spirit Boat and for now, there was no opportunity to settle this score properly.

However, this didn't mean they would let White Mitchell off the hook.

Because they all knew there was only one destination for the Spirit Boat: Bald Dragon Island!

Once the Spirit Boat moored, they had many ways to deal with White Mitchell!

You should know, for this trip to Bald Dragon Island, they had brought with them warriors skilled enough to take on a hundred foes!

In their minds, even if White Mitchell had three heads and six arms, he was marked for death at their hands!

Moreover, they could also seize the opportunity to take the treasures from Mitchell's possession.

With these thoughts in mind, Mr. Jones and the others' countenances became more playful.

They had heard that White Mitchell had obtained a Spirit Pill of unknown quality at the auction in Treasure Pavilion.

Yet, no matter the quality of the Spirit Pill, as long as it was a Spirit Pill, its value would be significant.

Once they made landfall, the treasures on White Mitchell would be theirs!

“The treasures are yours! I just want this brat's life!” Mr. Leon suddenly spoke out.

Really?!

Upon hearing these words, Miss Sabin and the others' eyes instantly lit up.

Since Mr. Leon didn't want White Mitchell's treasure, they could divide up more among themselves.

And they didn't really have to pay anything in return.

This was a great deal!

Having heard this, Miss Sabin immediately responded: “Since Mr. Leon has said it, there's no reason for me not to agree. Let's cooperate then.”

Seeing this, Mr. Jones and Mr. Ian also laughed and said, “We'd never refuse cooperation. Since it's settled, we'll leave White Mitchell's life in the hands of Mr. Leon.”

“A bunch of profit-driven scumbags! My foot!” Mr. Leon sneered in his heart, but his mind was now clouded by hatred.

In his view, the most important thing right now was to kill White Mitchell and regain his dignity.

As for the treasures on Mitchell, well, he would deal with that when he survived all this.

Mr. Leon knew very well that the trip to Bald Dragon Island was filled with immense danger. It was even uncertain if everyone here could survive it.

Talking about dividing treasures was nothing more than wishful thinking at this point.

When it came to crunch time, morality or righteousness wouldn't matter at all.

Only the one with the bigger fist would hold the truth!

“You little rascal, your time is running out. The moment we disembark the boat, will be the day you fall!” Mr. Leon threatened fiercely.

Upon hearing this, White Mitchell shook his head indifferently: “How many times have you said this? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?”

“Heh, let's see how long you can stay smug!” Mr. Leon coldly stated before turning his attention to the cabin of Mitchell's Spirit Boat.

The next moment, Mr. Leon's voice became louder: “Everyone in the cabin better listen up! I am Mr. Leon from Heavenly Dragon City. Right now, there's an enemy of mine on your Spirit Boat. If you wish to make it to the island alive, I suggest you think twice about your actions!

If anyone can capture this brat for me, I guarantee a handsome reward for everyone!”

As soon as he finished speaking, all the people in the cabin, each doing their own thing, rushed out of the cabin.

These bloodthirsty individuals, risking their lives every day for resources or in simpler terms, money. Now, an opportunity to make it big was placed right in front of them, how could they not be tempted?

You have to understand, the people on the opposite Spirit Boat were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Any bit of wealth these people like Mr. Leon possessed was enough to let normal people live a lavish life, even altering their entire fate.

Such an opportunity was now right before their eyes.

With this in mind, everyone's gaze sharpened as they fell upon White Mitchell.

Upon seeing this, War God and his companions' faces instantly became icy cold, with an invisible aura subtly fluctuating around them.

However, their strength was insignificant in front of the opposition.

In their eyes, White Mitchell and his gang were like frail chicks without a single defensive ability, unable to withstand a single blow.

“Don't worry, Mr. Leon. We will keep a tight watch on these guys. As soon as we disembark, we'll bring them straight to you,” someone responded teasingly. Their eyes grew even more covetous as they looked at White Mitchell and his friends.

The reason they refrained from immediate action was due to the rules of the Treasure Pavilion.

There must be no fights on the Spirit Boat, or they'd be inviting trouble from the Pavilion.

After all, each and every Spirit Boat is expensive.

Even Mr. Leon and his gang didn't dare to easily damage these Spirit Boats.

Therefore, they could not resort to violence on the boat under any circumstances.

They could only take action after disembarking.

But to them, that was inevitably going to happen. People like White Mitchell and his companions simply didn't have the ability to contend with them.

Once they disembarked, they would immediately capture White Mitchell and his friends and bring them to Mr. Leon to collect their reward.

Seeing this unfold, Mr. Leon's smug expression grew even darker, “See that, you brat? Do you really think your pitiful group stands a chance against me, Mr. Leon?

Last time, I was careless and fell into your trap. This time, I will make sure you beg for death but not get it!

Just prepare your neck for me, hahaha…”

Faced with the arrogant Mr. Leon, White Mitchell's face remained as unfazed as still water, seemingly indifferent to these people.

At this point, the others on their Spirit Boat began to silently surround them, prepared to keep a close eye on them.

Upon seeing this, White Mitchell quietly turned around and calmly looked at them, “Are you sure you can stop me?”

Stop you?

At these words, laughter broke out among the crowd.

“Kid, I don't know where you got the guts to provoke the people of the four great cities, but let me make it clear to you- today, there's no way for you to escape.”

“Exactly. Even without the people from the four cities, we're more than enough to deal with you.”

“Young man, my advice to you is to know your place. This way, you could spare yourself some pain. Otherwise, if we really start a brawl, you'll be the ones who suffer.”

“Besides, there's a delicate young lady with you, hehe… you wouldn't want her to suffer misfortune because of you, would you?”

“Hahaha…”

Sharp mocking laughs filled the air, with every person on site casting derisive eyes towards White Mitchell and his companions, treating them like mere prey.

In response, White Mitchell chuckled lightly, then subtly glanced towards War God and Earth War God.

War God and Earth War God instantly understood him.

They had experienced numerous outnumbered battles before and had triumphed over stronger opponents more than once.

Thus, they remained calm and immediately understood White Mitchell's plan, silently preparing for a breakout.

“Stick close to me and don't act independently.” Once he had arranged things with War God and Earth War God, White Mitchell then whispered to Lucy.

Lucy wrinkled her eyebrows, “Can we really escape? Or should I disclose my identity to them? That way, we might be able to buy some time.”

“Have you forgotten the lessons from before? Bald Dragon Island is an information vacuum. What's your identity worth in their eyes?” White Mitchell spoke bluntly.

“But…”

Lucy fell silent, feeling somewhat helpless.

Before coming to the Emperor Qing's Relics, it had never occurred to her how insignificant her identity could be.

However, recent experiences taught her a harsh lesson.

In the face of the law of the jungle, status means nothing.

Only absolute strength can grant you the right to speak!

But could White Mitchell and his companions really handle this pack of wolves?

Chapter end

Report